CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Anthem
(Ayy, yo, Bandplay)
Check the scoreboard
We up, n***a
Drank God
Ayy, ayy (Yeah)
Yeah, pu**y-ass n***a got my huns up (b*t*h), yeah
f**k them n***as, we'll shoot the club up (Shoot the club up), ayy
And I got it tucked, you better not run up (Baow)
Hit a n***a in his head, yeah, that's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records)
I put d**k all down her throat, yeah, she gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up)
I spent a hundred for the head, but it was free to f**k (But it was free to f**k)
Mix the Adderall with Xans, I had to speed it up
Got eighty thousand in my pants, that's 'bout a key of cut (That's 'bout a key of cut)
Spent four thousand on my buffs, that's 'bout an eight around it (Yeah)
Then I line them n***as up, we put the taper on 'еm (Skrrt)
I keep runnin' out the 'choo, I got the Drakey on 'еm (I got the Drakey on 'em)
Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram, we just gon' take it from you (We just gon' take it from you)
I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah, we can shoot it out (b*t*h)
And I ain't f**kin' with no b*t*h unless she shootin' out (Pills)
Got cooler system on the chopper, had to cool it out (I had to cool it out)
A thousand choppers, b*t*h, we packin' like we movin' out (Like we movin' out)
Yeah, you can tell this b*t*h a trap because the house vacant (Trappin')
Leave that n***a in the clouds since he was clout chasin' (He was clout chasin')
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry, this sh*t outrageous (Woo)
I'm still spending old money, that sh*t outdated (Woo)
You the pu**y n***a type, you probably bleed inside (Probably bleed inside)
All I hang around is robbers, you can see the vibes (You can see the vibes)
Got a pint of Wocky clean, it cost me three a line (For real)
How you claim you getting money, but you don't feed your guys? (But you don't feed your guys?)
f**k around and come the Wraith, I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt)
You said you gon' pull up on— I ain't the talkin' type (b*t*h)
I caught an opp out with his kids, I had to stall his life (Had to stall him out)
Quarter million on my neck, that's why they call me Ice (That's why they call me Ice)
Take your chain and put your jewelry up for ransom (Hah)
b*t*h, I got shooters out in Maryland like I'm Manson (Out in Maryland)
AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin' (Got me movin' crazy)
f**k the haters and the cops, b*t*h, this the anthem (b*t*h, this the anthem), ugh
Check the scoreboard
We up, n***a
Drank God
Ayy, ayy (Yeah)
Yeah, pu**y-ass n***a got my huns up (b*t*h), yeah
f**k them n***as, we'll shoot the club up (Shoot the club up), ayy
And I got it tucked, you better not run up (Baow)
Hit a n***a in his head, yeah, that's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records)
I put d**k all down her throat, yeah, she gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up)
I spent a hundred for the head, but it was free to f**k (But it was free to f**k)
Mix the Adderall with Xans, I had to speed it up
Got eighty thousand in my pants, that's 'bout a key of cut (That's 'bout a key of cut)
Spent four thousand on my buffs, that's 'bout an eight around it (Yeah)
Then I line them n***as up, we put the taper on 'еm (Skrrt)
I keep runnin' out the 'choo, I got the Drakey on 'еm (I got the Drakey on 'em)
Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram, we just gon' take it from you (We just gon' take it from you)
I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah, we can shoot it out (b*t*h)
And I ain't f**kin' with no b*t*h unless she shootin' out (Pills)
Got cooler system on the chopper, had to cool it out (I had to cool it out)
A thousand choppers, b*t*h, we packin' like we movin' out (Like we movin' out)
Yeah, you can tell this b*t*h a trap because the house vacant (Trappin')
Leave that n***a in the clouds since he was clout chasin' (He was clout chasin')
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry, this sh*t outrageous (Woo)
I'm still spending old money, that sh*t outdated (Woo)
You the pu**y n***a type, you probably bleed inside (Probably bleed inside)
All I hang around is robbers, you can see the vibes (You can see the vibes)
Got a pint of Wocky clean, it cost me three a line (For real)
How you claim you getting money, but you don't feed your guys? (But you don't feed your guys?)
f**k around and come the Wraith, I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt)
You said you gon' pull up on— I ain't the talkin' type (b*t*h)
I caught an opp out with his kids, I had to stall his life (Had to stall him out)
Quarter million on my neck, that's why they call me Ice (That's why they call me Ice)
Take your chain and put your jewelry up for ransom (Hah)
b*t*h, I got shooters out in Maryland like I'm Manson (Out in Maryland)
AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin' (Got me movin' crazy)
f**k the haters and the cops, b*t*h, this the anthem (b*t*h, this the anthem), ugh
